Similitude Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

Similitude



I believe most poetry is like pictures in a museum. You glance at each one looking for something. They are all quality or wouldn't be in the museum. Someone gave them thumbs up. Someone bought them and rebought them at auction as the worth increased. You wish you could appreciate them more. You look at each one and you glance away, like when you look at each stunning woman that walks toward you at 6 pm in the city. Then you leave wondering what you observed. You can't remember; you never do.

At night you recall while maturing you had seen Renoir copies and didn't know why people adored them. One day you stopped by a gallery and saw a real Renoir. Now, you can lay your head on your pillow any time any day any night and visualize that Renoir in fine detail. You'll never forget it. You'll always hunger to see more.

Friday, November 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art,quality
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Roger Gerald Hicks

Roger Gerald Hicks

Bakersfield, California
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